" But there was never, not for a moment, a question of trust between us.
If my mother said it, I believed it.
She wasn't easy on me, don't get me wrong.
She smacked me. She scolded me. She punished me.
But she loved me. She really did.
She love me falling off a swing set.
She loves me stepping on her floors with muddy shoes.
She loves me through vomit and snot and bloody knees.
She love me coming and going, at my worst and my best.
She had a bottomless well of love for me."
For One More Day by Mitch Albom
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